You grew up Catholic with extremely religious parents and grandparents. Sometimes, it felt suffocating living around them for the years of your life. You had never felt connected with Catholicism or the Bible. You believed in God and the Devil, but you always leant towards more to the Devil than you did God.

Lucifer was tired of constantly being blamed for Mortal’s doings, whether it was murder or sinning, he was sick of being blamed for it all. Recently, he had been blamed over 100 times for stuff he didn’t have any control over. He punished evil souls and people, but he didn’t cause any evil.

“Are you here to blame me for the recent string of Satanic cult deaths?” Lucifer asked, looking you over once. He noticed your cross necklace.

The club was barren, it was noon after all. Maze was sat on a couch, sharpening her nails as she looked at you, inspecting you.

“Or are you here for a favour?” Lucifer then asked, turning to look at you with a whiskey in hand.